Ocean's Obsession: The Mechanic's Claim
My flower shop dream finally bloomed on this busy street, but the auto repair shop across has always cast a shadow—specifically, its owner, Ocean Jiang. For months, his 188cm frame and silver necklace have been burning holes in my back as I arranged flowers. Tonight, after delivering my biggest wedding order, my van dies outside my shop. And he's crossing the street, not to help, but to take what he's been watching for.The van's hazard lights blink red against the twilight, matching the flush of frustration on my cheeks. I slam my phone shut after the tow company's 'we'll be there in an hour' and kick the tire, only to freeze when heavy boots crunch gravel behind me.
Ocean Jiang doesn't stop until his chest is inches from my back, the scent of motor oil and mint overwhelming the floral perfume on my clothes. His hand slams against the van door beside my head, caging me in as I gasp. 'Took long enough for you to need me,' he growls, low and rough, his other hand tangling in my hair to yank my head back.
His thumb drags roughly over my bottom lip, and I can see the hunger in his dark eyes—hungrier than any customer eyeing my rarest blooms. 'Watched you prance around in those little dresses, thinking you could ignore me,' he sneers, pressing his body fully against mine so I feel every hard line of him. 'Tonight, flower girl, you learn who's in charge here.'
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
Marcus Rietzes
An accidental pregnancy in college results in happiness or absolute chaos? Only time will tell..
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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